And as a concession to the post-Flintstones-pre-Jetsons modern era we live in, I will try to Atrios those posts down to a lean, aerodynamic, no-fat, no-cal, no-sugar, no-sodium, no-caffine, no-verb, main-course-in-pill-form, three-syllable link to Digby :-) Because I know from watching the teevee that’s what all the kids want these days, what with their loud rock and roll music and Xboxes and secret Mickey Mouse Club sex rave parties.

I also understand from what we at castle driftglass hear on the wireless
that the concept of the Compleat Sentence And Paragraph Lone Blogger site is as laughably anachronistic as nine Gumby and Pokey Cartoons and as dead as three Dillingers, but as I am a creature of habit, an occasional adjective might slip through, so bear with me.

Second, I promise to continue artfully sprinkling in spelling errors, puntuational-perversions and spontaneous tense-shifts in ways that appear to the untrained eye to be completely random but are actually a massively complex letter-transposition encoding project that will eventually aggregate into of my epic poem on the tragedy of the Hay-Bunau-Varilla Treaty.

Third, I checked the astrology bit in my morning paper for my blog’s sign to see how its day would be.

At first I thought it was a Nesbitt…

Mrs O: There's not a zodiacal sign called Nesbitt...

Mrs Trepidatious: All right, Derry and Toms.

Mrs O: Aquarius, Scorpio, Virgo, Derry and Toms. April 29th to March 22nd. Even dates only.

Mrs Trepidatious: Well what does it presage?

Mrs O: You have green, scaly skin, and a soft yellow underbelly with a series of fin-like ridges running down your spine and tail. Although lizardlike in shape, you can grow anything up to thirty feet in length with huge teeth that can bite off great rocks and trees. You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

Mrs Trepidatious: It's very good about the spectacles.

Mrs O: It's amazing.

Lastly, here is the graphic I borrowed for Post Number One.

Because I still like it.

And now, off to a long day’s labors.

Because phrases like “"Treaty that no Panamanian ever signed” and “Compagnie Nouvelle du Canal de Panama” aren’t just going to rhyme themselves.

27 comments:

Good sir, this is home of the Chicago School of blogging. Some of us like complete sentences and paragraphs. It kind of shows you took the time to make it right. Just like Sister Mary Himmler taught us at Our Lady of the Broad Shoulders back in the day while she was slapping us upside the head.

Congratulations on starting your third year in Blogtopia. Please don't change. But pace yourself. We need you, the third year of blogging is the killer, and we've got two years of Republick rule to go.

Best thing is, lose the annoyances. They sap the will to blog. As a ferinstance, use the other buttons on the car radio when WBEZ gets annoying. WLUP is my Plan B for the drive home. I seldom need Plan C, and ten minutes later, NPR has gone on to something else.

Happy birthday! You've helped me through the past two very tough years by stimulating my laughter and outrage in precisely the physician-recommended doses.

My appreciation and admiration for you is undeminished by the fact that the phrase "What Digby Said" is, in fact, four syllables.

I look at Atrios as a lefty clip service, and visit that blog daily - even though I do remember the days when his meatspace name was a matter of conjecture... and he wrote more substantively.

As for you... while I hope that the future brings you less occassion for the fierce indignation that Republican rule has afforded, I'm sure that you'll never lack for material, at least until we can fill up and launch the "B-Ark"... the world being what it is.

BTW, the only reason your occasional spelling/punctuation errors stand out is that your writing is so polished and professional-looking all the time. It's like running into a spelling error in the middle of a New Yorker article. Like a stream of bat piss, it shines out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.

Happy Blogbirthday! And may I add my plea for you to continue on as you have before. Your eloquent wit is needed and appreciated in its natural, unfettered form. I don't know if one more outlet for "heh, indeedy ::link::" or "what digby said" would make baby jeebus cry, but it sure would make ME cry. Especially if I saw it here. I love your writing. Don't change!

Congratulations. I lurk here every day--sorry I don't comment but others say the same things much more intelligently. I enjoy this blog very much and appreciate all the time, effort and craziness you put into it. Thanks so much for making it available for us.Betsy

Congrats for your spawn. I look forward to the howls when it might now toddle over to some wingnut neighbor's pet and pull its tail.

Please don't change too much. I don't read Atrios or Kos. Their Democratic Party apple juice Kool-Aid has sitting next to the carbolic acid for far too long. It's nice to get a dose of real, valid outrage from castle driftglass.

But then, I'm pre-pre-Jetsons; I've never been to any Mickey Mouse rave parties, let alone with any sexy hair net-wearing housewives.

A happy second birthday/anniversary to you, kind sir and gifted wordsmith.

Been many a year since I lived in Chicago, but may you have many a fine single malt in honor of your writings. Not less than 18 years of course (perhaps an exception for Lagavulin 16), as we do wish to mind the age of consent. Perhaps a fitting end of night with a Char Cheddar Burger. Or a morning after at Ann Sathers (hope those are both still around).